The man's body was hunched over as he tightened the black robe around his body. Through the gap in his robe, he sent the lamp that was emitting a dim green light to the ground.
The area that was originally shrouded in cold darkness was illuminated, and blood-colored flowers bloomed on the ground.
Strangely, although it had been deprived of sunlight for a long time, the flower was exceptionally beautiful.
However, when the light moved away, the darkness would devour the flower completely until it was invisible.
A rumbling sound came from behind him as he got closer and closer. The man suddenly pulled his leg away. The light did not illuminate the road ahead, but he continued to run forward regardless.
However, the path ahead was a steep slope. The black-robed man's ankles kept brushing against the soft flowers, wantonly trampling out bright red blood.
However, climbing the long slope consumed his stamina, causing his footsteps to slow down.
A strong light shone from behind the man, accompanied by the sound of footsteps that became more and more frequent.
He turned around and saw a body bathed in the holy light. The light outlined the strong and noble body of an angel, but his face could not be seen clearly.
"Tied soul
A tired and hungry body
Suffering heart
Lowly Ge
They want to break the lamp of the underworld that you hold
Farewell to the cage of hell
Reborn in a holy new body
The roar of freedom will shatter the image of the demon lord you serve
That night will never come again!"
It seemed to be a prayer, but it also seemed like a declaration. However, the sound of this song reverberated between heaven and earth.
As soon as the voice from the strong light faded, the sound of footsteps approached from behind the black-robed man. The corner of his clothes was being pulled by a cold hand.
The black-robed man's panting was amplified as well as his fear. He could only use the lamp in his arms to shine behind him.
The weak light blurred the reality. It seemed like a group of rugged ghosts were being driven to trample on each other, trying to hold him back.
The light did not slow down the ghosts behind them. They seemed to be more interested in the green light. They roared and squeezed crazily.
Countless thin and weak bones were broken in the crowd. They fought with each other. Just like the poem called out, if the lamp was broken, one could escape purgatory and obtain a new life.
Just like that, after chasing for an unknown amount of time, the black-robed man's feet could no longer touch the soft flowers. Instead, he was tripped by thorns and fell down.
He could not care less about the sudden pain.
Those malicious ghosts piled up in a frenzy. Countless bony hands tore at the man's robe and hit the wall of the lamp that was filled with traces of age. They wanted to shatter the lamp that he was desperately protecting in his arms!
The robe that wrapped around his body was torn into pieces, and the man's body was completely exposed. Under the dim light, his entire body was covered in blood and gashes caused by brambles and swords.
His body was already overwhelmed, but he endured the pressure of thousands of ghosts and the impact of sharp bones. He still curled up, just to protect the old lamp in his arms.
In the midst of the pushing, the man's head touched a hard stone foundation. Why would there be a stone foundation on this long slope that was covered in blood and in this dark wilderness?
However, it was as if he had been reborn. He tried his best to straighten his back and shake off the malicious ghosts on his back. When he turned around, he instantly released a wall of light to resist the attack and buy himself a breath of time.
Was this pilgrimage between life and death about to succeed?
He finally wanted to see what the demon that the world despised, the unpardonable statue of the kingdom, the ghost that everyone feared, the silent Lord of the world, was like.
He raised the lamp high up, and the malicious ghosts behind him began to mingle. They used each other's bones to make a ladder to climb up, knocking on it to block the light.
However, the dark green light still spread out and jumped up. It jumped on the tall stone statue that was mottled and old under the wind and rain, revealing its appearance.
The stone statue was also holding a lamp. However, there was no fire inside the lamp cover. The dark green light continued to rise, finally illuminating the face of the colossus clearly.
It was unknown when the stone statue had been cast and how long it had been guarding this place, but people could still clearly feel the arrogance on its face.
Ah...
He sighed, not knowing if it was a pity or relief.
The exhausted body fell down. His hand did not let go of the lamp at all, but the ghosts had already tightly surrounded the stone statue and the man. The light that seeped through the gap was gradually decreasing.
Zhao Yu 'an felt a chill and hardness on his palm. It was shaped like a bone. He struggled free and realized that the ghosts, blood, and demons were all just a dream.
It turned out that his hand had touched the pillar at the head of the bed, which gave him the feeling of touching a skeleton.
However, this dream was not unfamiliar to Zhao Yu 'an. He had been having three scary dreams over and over again. This dream was one of them, and it had been around for a long time.
He walked to the study naked in the cold winter and wrote on the most eye-catching piece of paper on the table.
The dream he had just had was the ninth time he had ever had one, and the other two repeated dreams were eight times each.
In fact, the time of the dream had to be traced back to a much longer time. However, it was repeated until Zhao Yu 'an fully realized what had happened and wanted to record it down. It was twenty-five days ago.
People often said that everyone could appear in a dream, but they would not appear in it.
In Zhao Yu 'an's three dreams, he didn't see anyone's face clearly in the dream he just had, so he vaguely felt that the man holding the lamp might be him.
For twenty-four years, he had been looking for a statue that could guide him through his difficult life.
"Di di"
The faint sound of the alarm clock interrupted Zhao Yu 'an's thoughts. It was already six o'clock sharp, but it had just passed the winter solstice. The dawn of winter hadn't arrived so early, so it was still dark outside the window.
Zhao Yu 'an returned to his bedroom and searched for his phone in the crumpled blanket. He then turned off the alarm clock.
The time on his phone showed 6:01. Zhao Yu 'an pulled open the curtains in his bedroom, but the scene in front of him gave him a fright.
It was sunlight, even a little blinding.
A minute ago, when he was in the study and looked out of the window that had not been drawn, the world outside was covered in darkness, and there was no trace of sunlight.
A minute later, why was it so bright?
Zhao Yu 'an was still half-naked, but he didn't feel the cold of winter. Instead, he felt warm.
He looked at his phone again.
6:03, June 22, 2021, Tuesday, May 13, 2021
A time that should have passed, the first day after the summer solstice.
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